Linda sighed as she picked at the covers of her bed. Today was her birthday, and besides feeling old, her husband wasn't there in bed with her. She laid on his side of the bed, fingering the covers as she lamented the thought of another birthday without her husband. She sighed and got out of bed, deciding nothing was to become of her disappointment.

Linda slipped into some of her husband's old sweat pants and threw on an old NYPD hoodie. She didn't have work today, and since it was a Saturday, she threw on some lounge clothes.

Linda's hungry stomach teased her into believing that she smelled French crepés with Nutella and bananas, her favorite coffee, and bacon. A smile spread across her face as she saw the kitchen table covered with a white table cloth, red rose petals, and roses in a vase. The napkins matched the flower petals perfectly, and the good china, the wedding china, was placed perfectly on the table.

Her nose and stomach hadn't been lying to her; Linda's smile widened as she noticed Danny cooking. There was something about a tough detective cooking delicate French food that made her softly giggle.

Danny turned around and smiled at her. "Good morning, gorgeous." He kissed her on the cheek as he picked up her plate.

"Good morning. To what do I owe this pleasant surprise?"

"Well... they say it's your birthday."

"Oh, no. Please tell me you're not gonna burst into the Beatles song like you did last year?"

Danny laughed, "What? You don't like my impression of the Fab Four?"

"If I say no, will you punish me?" She smiled sexily.

"Only if you want me to," he placed her plate down and gave her a kiss.

"Mmm, you've been in the Nutella jar, haven't you?"

"I needed to taste test it. Coulda been poisonous."

"Cause still-good-nut-butters go rancid all the time." Linda smiled again as she sat down.

"You never know." Danny sat across from his wife, relishing her contagious smile.

After they said grace, Linda happily cut into her food. "Mmm! This is really good." She sipped her coffee, "you made this?"

"Whaddaya mean 'you made this'? Course I did!"

"I wasn't aware of the fact that you were such a good chef."

"That's cause you always do the cooking."

"Right, so how can you be so good?"

"I ate while in college and before I married ya, didn't I?"

"Ramen noodles and box macaroni are very hard to make." she said sarcastically.

"You're mean," But Danny couldn't help but smile.

"Later on you'll see just how mean I can be." She raised her eyebrow and licked her upper canine, which never failed to turn Danny on.

"Hmm, I'm looking forward to finding out." Danny leaned across the table and kissed Linda.

Half way through their breakfast, Linda stretched out her leg, letting her foot rest between Danny's legs. He nearly chocked on his crepé as his wife acted like nothing was happening. She lightly moved her foot back and forth, letting it brush across the front of her husband's pants.

"I just thought of something; where's Sean?" Linda chewed the last bite of her breakfast.

"At—" Danny squeaked, and cleared his throat. "At a friend's house."

"Oh, yeah. I totally forgot about that..." she sipped her coffee, "so we have the house all to ourselves?"

"Yes, we do."

"Hmm..." Linda sighed, "I think I'm in a pretty mean mood."

Danny smirked, "I can tell."

"Why don't you join me in putting my meanness to the test up in our bedroom?"

Danny smiled, "I'd be happy to." He stood up and took Linda's hand, leading her to their bedroom.